Yellow was alone.

The plump yoshi, fat on the feast from a week ago and still supplemented by plenty of sustenance on her journey home, was usually courageous. She among or two of the others who’d set out so long ago to rescue a lost child and protect him from the forces of evil were the only ones would ever dare brave the spooky fortresses. But now, a week later and lost despite feeling so close to her home tribe, Yellow was frightened. She was alone not just in person, but something tingled in the back of her mind. The other yoshies had all fled just as she had, save one she was sure didn’t make it past the allied hungry creatures that had ambushed them. Yellow couldn’t shake the feeling that made her stubby legs quiver.

The feeling that told her that she was the only one left.

It wasn’t based on any evidence, of course. Yellow hadn’t seen anything scaly since that fateful night on the beach. The path she’d taken to flee, and summarily try and return to the other side of the island where she could find other yoshies to help, and warn, was more-or-less the one they’d taken on the way to the beach. She had been the trailblazer for that trip, and knew where all the hot spots were in terms of naturally-growing food. She took advantage of that knowledge on the way back, and never suffered hunger unlike some of her former companions. But despite having a full belly most of the time, the yellow yoshi maintained a solid worry. Particularly since her usually-keen sense of direction was failing her here. She should have made it back by now! And yet, as she turned another corner in the dim, murky woods that separated this slice of the island from home, she saw nothing more than a sea of mostly-dead trees, indicating she was no closer to escaping the woods.

To top it all off, the yoshi couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched.

It made no sense! Yellow knew this island, especially around the villages. And yet, despite all the familiar foliage she crossed, the chubby dino kept ending up in parts unknown. She thought she was heading east, only to end up north or south, and ended up turned around when she swore she saw the same small pond three times over. The yoshi heaved a sigh after too much time apparently going in circles, and just flopped in the grass, ignoring the general wetness of the murky ground. The smell, at least, was familiar – that of a well-lived swampy place, good for wildlife and tasty fruits, but not so much a lost yoshi.

Something else was growing familiar in the yoshi’s mind. She was no longer where she thought she was, a wooded area near her tribe. Instead, ponds and swamps started to dot along her trail, among big trees with large leaves, mud sloshed everywhere, but there was something missing from the picture: Screeching monkeys that sought to annoy and pester anyone who came by. Yellow was grateful they were missing, but why was she expecting them to be this close? Most creatures had the sense to not nest near a village of yoshies, after all. She pushed past a fresh set of massive foliage and groaned when she got confirmation of where she was: A dripping, slimy fortress, oozing out of its very cracks of stone, sat contently in the middle of a large swamp. She knew exactly where she was now: Prince Froggy’s Fort!

What was she doing there? This place was nowhere near her home. She must be more lost than she thought, the yoshi reasoned with herself, going along the path up to the entrance. This castle was unique in that it had a more open-ended entrance and foyer, perfect for the sort of creatures that dwelled here when she last paid it a visit. One thing Yellow was certain of: Someone or something had guided her here for a reason, and she was going to find out who and why. And, if she didn’t like the answer, she was going to have a little snack of her own before leaving!

Through the familiar passages the yoshi traveled, not bumping into so much as a tadpole while she worked her way through. The yoshi presumed no-one stuck around after she’d taken care of a lot of the residents on her previous visit, one of which was defeated in a most unflattering way for the yoshi. She shuddered at the memory as it flashed through her mind: Drizzled in a magic spell, shrinking down to the size of a bug, staring up at at the looming amphibian, who saw her as nothing but a tiny insect to slurp down. The big fat tongue snapping out, grasping her, and… Yellow shook her head to chase that battle from her mind. She was lucky to escape with her life, then! The memories kept returning, though, as the fortress itself would key them back up with its familiar walls, looks, and stench. Still, the brave plump yellow yoshi worked her way through, up until she got towards the end, where she’d last encountered the princely frog.

The doors were off their hinges. Like the rest of the fort, it seemed like the swamp itself was commandeering the place in the absence of anyone around. More slime than usual dripped from the walls, and there was rust and dirt and grime and a lot of other things that the admittedly-curious yellow yoshi did not want to come into contact with. She brushed by the wide-open doorway into a dim large room with a pool at the end. There didn’t appear to be anyone around, though she half-walked, half-waddled inward, somewhat tired from the journey up the castle. The yellow yoshi walked right up to the edge of the floor, peering down at the water, which sparkled as clean and fresh as she’s ever seen it. The sight alone made her rather thirsty! No swamp water for her today, she thought happily, as she bent down lower to take a drink. Her yoshi tail tipped upward for balance, swaying gently as she took several laps of the clean water, and only after her fill did she stop and think how this water was preserved from the decay of the rest of the fort. Maybe someone– 

A wet slap of something large, warm, and sticky smacked against her right thigh! Yellow’s snout was jerked up out of the water as she was sent reeling backwards, bouncing on her soft rump, all the way back to the doorway. The large, bulbous tip along with the rest of the dripping long muscle was familiar and foreign at the same time: Long like a yoshi’s, but not quite the same. All this flew through Yellow’s mind in a flash, until she crashed in to a big white dome of a belly, squishy and scaly, then tumbled to the ground as the tongue released her. She laid on the ground sprawled, her own generous tummy partially-obscuring the perched figure resting just at the base of her tail. A webbed foot came down on the tail tip, and the yoshi let out a cry of discomfort and tried to free herself, but could not. One look into the big eyes of the creature that had captured was all it took for the memories to come flooding back.

The floor rushing up to her as she shrunk.

The now gigantic mouth opening up and the tongue snapping forward.

The tiny yoshi being gulped down into the depths of an amphibian stomach.

Yellow cried out in panic when Prince Froggy, twice his usual size, rubbed a webbed appendage over the tip of his still-protruding tongue, and suckled it dry. He smacked his lips experimentally and licked them, the wide lips forming quite the happy grin. His eyes bore down on her, the chubby yoshi once more trying to free herself but unable to, as Prince Froggy licked his lips. With his other forepaw he lifted up the magic want in his possession and pressed the tip against the soft, pudgy midsection of the yoshi, who stared at it incredulously. Prince Froggy spoke, saying her taste was familiar, and she was, without a doubt, the yoshi he got to feast on like a fly all those years ago.

Until Prince Froggy got greedy, guzzling down others after his yoshi entrée.

Until the torment the yellow yoshi did from within forced him to expel her.

And since then, how he’d pondered and schemed to get his own revenge on her, and the rest of the meddling yoshies part of her little troupe all that time ago.

The yellow yoshi just stared, until the prince fell silent. His belly gurbled quietly, and with his magically-enhanced size, he had no need to shrink yoshi even an inch to devour her. She began babbling out an apology, but the wand tip pressed more harshly against her stomach, forcing her silence. Prince Froggy grinned further. It would be simple to eat her on the spot. But, since she was at his mercy, he had a little show to put on for her first. One that would reveal the fate of all her friends. Along with a little blast from the past.

Yellow’s eyes widened and she shook her head in denial. Yet, she couldn’t stop the magic wand from glowing to life right before her, pressed against her belly, feeling warm. Then, a sudden flash! The yoshi was blinded a moment, fuzzy vision taking a moment to fade back in. She found herself in the same room… but the size of a fly! Once more, the stone floor spread out miles in all directions. A much younger Prince Froggy stood perched near the water at the far end, eyeing her down hungrily. The last tendrils of magic cast from above dissipated, and the frog’s jaws split open, drool running down his lips. She’d been returned to that fateful moment! She cried out in a tiny squeaking voice not to be snapped up, but the tongue flew out just as it did before. The yoshi was yanked off the ground, sent in between slobbery jaws, and swallowed down without a second thought. The soft belch echoed in her ears as she plopped into the stomach.

Though, unlike reality, nothing came down after. Instead, alone, the yellow yoshi felt every acidic drip of slimy enzyme as it began to flood the stomach. Enough to cover her boots; her body; up to her neck. Wading until she was pressed until the squishy ceiling, drawing her last breaths before– 

Yoshi snapped form the vision, real life settling back in. Back on her back, with the enlarged prince looming over her. He was actively drooling, obviously having seen the same vision she had. He pointed the wand up to her snout and pressed against it. That was going to be her fate, he said. As for the others…

The wand glowed to life again. Yellow didn’t want to see, but she couldn’t shut out the sudden assault of memories from flooding her mind. Prince Froggy had been very busy the past couple weeks, taking care of one yoshi after the other. Yellow was forced to endure the fates of her former friends, one at a time.

She bore witness to the first to succumb, on the very night the traveling, fattened-up yoshies were ambushed. The green yoshi didn’t make it far at all, sticking halfway out a hungry piranha plant’s jaws, right there by the beach. He was swallowed down completely, and Yellow saw his body squelch down the vine into the earth below. Yellow shivered and cried out for her friend, though the vision did not end… Time jumped forward, just in time to see the sated plant expel out a yoshi saddle, mostly eaten away by the plant’s digestive enzymes. The plant licked its lips and settled its large head down, looking forward to all the growth she had coming to her.

The next vision flashed forward. Yellow flinched as smells and sight hit her simultaneously, seeing herself cramped in with a squirming, whining pink yoshi. Defiled and devoured, the vision slipped up and out to put her predator into view. The squirming white belly and more belonged to a devoured brown yoshi, another one of her friends. Yellow stared in shock, confusion… Despair. Not only had both of her friends been eaten, but one had eaten the other! It couldn’t be! Yet there it was: Brown had eaten Pink up and was digesting her, though he himself was no better off. Outside a slightly-roomier stomach, he was still found stewing away in digestive fluids. A belly sagging, burbling away, Yellow noted grimly, as the vision focused on the snoozing big-lipped fish, one of many water-dwelling beasts that loved to dine on plump yoshies. Yellow knew it was coming, but she couldn’t stop time from skipping ahead in the vision, focusing not on any fish, but a pile of bones drifting along the current at the bottom of a lake. Various bones were indistinguishable, but the pair of skulls (one encased in a rib cage) were unmistakable.

Three down, Prince Froggy gloated in her mind, and four to go.

In the water again, Yellow noted, unable to stop the flood. This time, she didn’t just see the fish. She was the fish! Big Blurp, one of the deadliest. And she felt herself salivating, enjoying as the fish did, when it devoured not one, but two fat, scrumptious yoshies! Yellow was disgusted with herself but couldn’t shut out the pleasure, not even after thick, heavy swallows devoured the two yoshies completely. She felt the stomach swell, churn and bubble, and sway with the struggles of its occupants. Hours flew by in an instant, yet the yellow yoshi experienced it all. How the stomach swaying stopped and the struggles died. How it roiled loudly and shrunk down to nothing but a sagging sack of pudge remaining.

How the well-fed fish disposed of the meager remains of the two eaten dinos.

Yellow put her paws to the sides of her head and scrunched her eyes shut, but she couldn’t blot it out. She begged Prince Froggy to stop, but all she heard in response was greedy laughter. A new vision appeared, bright pink colors abound in a cozy home. And a too-fat Birdo lounging in her bed, running claws over her struggling belly, circular lips licked over and over. Yellow didn’t have to guess who was inside that bubbling Birdo belly. One that shrunk before her very eyes, hours of digestion compressed into a few seconds, pudge adding to Birdo’s thighs, tail, rear, and belly. The pink dino was left with a lot of extra weight about her hips, but she carried herself well, looking to herself in the mirror, running a claw daintily over the paunch of belly remaining. Pinching it, teasing it, whispering taunting words to all that was left of the red yoshi who was given a good time, that was too good to be true. Yellow was no longer being subjected to the predators’ pleasure, instead left to wallow in her own misery, tears blurring her vision.

But physical vision wasn’t how she was “seeing” what the magic spell was revealing. The next, and final, vision floated before the yoshi’s mind, the familiar scent of a fortress flooding her vision. Similar to the one she was in now, but different at the same time. Thinner air. Cooler temperature. A tower, much like the dark blue yoshi had described. A large, shell-less Koopa Troopa trundled down the stairs, loosing a belch and rubbing at his protruding bulge. Like the fate that was for her, this time, the boss of the fortress emerged victorious. And to the victor went the spoils! In this case, a struggling fat yoshi, scrunched into a belly with acids washing over them over and over, left to meet their demise in the bowels of a no-longer-hungry monster.

Prince Froggy noted that the shell he would create for that Koopa Troopa would be something others will forever be envious of. Once he’s properly digested the yoshi, naturally, so he’d fit it.

After that taunt, the visions faded, and Yellow was once more back in the humid room with Prince Froggy. She sniffled and tried to wrench her tail free, but the fat yellow dino was still stuck good. An ominous grumbling filled the room once more, and Prince Froggy was actively slobbering, drooling. He’d been watching the visions too, and it was obvious that he wasn’t going to leave all the feasting to everyone else.

He’d saved the best, plumpest yoshi for last. After all, she’d thought she was headed down a food-laden trail, when in fact the prince himself was providing for her. Fattening her up, with foods specifically designed to enhance a yoshi’s flavor. Yellow whimpered, having been utterly fooled all this time. And plenty succulent for the vengeance-seeking Prince Froggy to eat. She let out a wailing beg for her life, but Prince Froggy just grinned. He informed her that this wasn’t stopping at her or her friends. 

It was time for those that were under the boots of the voracious dinos for so long, to finally take over the island. The yoshies would be theirs to eat, or do whatever else they pleased with. Carefully bred to prevent total extinction, an ever-lasting food and pleasure supply for everyone else on the island to enjoy.

Though, after that, Prince Froggy ceased expositing. He didn’t let the throes of victory consume him. There was a nice fat yoshi that would much-better fit the role of consumption! He seemed to drool even more, sappy sticky slobber oozing down and around the fat tail stuck against the stone floor. The yoshi writhed in terror, not wanting to go back into the stomach of the frog, knowing that this time she wouldn’t make it out in one piece. The jaws opened, just like before, though this time, the tongue slithered out slowly, like a patient serpent, and gradually worked around the chubby stomach protruding upward. Yellow’s cries caught in her throat when the tongue suddenly squeezed tightly, squishing the stomach and forcing the breath from Yellow. She wheezed as the prince tasted and slathered over her, tip tapping the top of the belly, with pockets of chub sticking out various loops of the coiled tongue. He guided the tip further up to slurp across the shivering yoshi’s face, then withdrew it all so quick the yoshi almost spun on the stone. She remained prone, though, almost stuck to the floor with how much froggy drool had coated her body. The fat yoshi backed up to a wall and pushed up against it, making it to her knees when the tongue was on her again! It wrapped around her paws and yanked, pulling them to the floor, bulbous snout crashing down after. Yellow groaned in pain as her bouncy snout squished to the stone, belly splayed and pancaked just below. Her tail was upright, squashed to the wall where pudgy chub from her rear was visible out either side. Perfect, Prince Froggy mused, licking his lips. Bowing before your Prince. The new Prince of Yoshi’s Island.

Of Froggy’s Island, that is.

The yellow yoshi could only move her eyes, looking up at the hungry frog who was staring down at her like nothing more than a piece of meat. He slowly licked his lips again, sending a stream of drool pouring down her snout. She tracked the drool one horrified moment, before returning her gaze back up to the frog. With a quaking, terrified voice, she whimpered:

“D-don’t eat me!”

Prince Froggy slurped his lips, extra loud for his prey’s benefit. Then just as Yellow was forced to bear witness before, he yawned his jaws wide open, as wide as any frog his size could. Thick lines of drool kept his lips connected as various shades of red and black encompassed all of the trapped yoshi’s vision. The tongue didn’t snap out all at once, instead slithering free and slopping to the ground before slipping up the prone yoshi body, around her neck and chest. Yellow instinctively grappled with the tongue, but it kept coiling, until it was wrapped around her middle snugly. Prince Froggy murred in pure bliss, finally executing his ultimate vision of revenge. He almost sighed, cold frog breath wafting over the terrified yoshi morsel before him, when he casually tugged his tongue back. The yoshi squealed when torn from the stone floor up into the awaiting jaws, splatting heavily on the back of the tongue within, already buried up to her chest as the tongue slowly unraveled with frog lips locking around her. Her cries for mercy, to not be eaten alive, fell on deaf ears, Prince Froggy toothlessly chewing and savoring the plump, delicious flavors of justice and the fruity yoshi taste he’d come to love.

The yellow yoshi’s fores, having been thrown forward when trying to wrestle Prince Froggy’s tongue, were tickling the back of Prince Froggy’s gullet. It pulsated around them, gobs of slobber draining down around her head and making the yoshi shiver in disgust. Suddenly her head thrust towards that pulsing throat, and she cried out in horror, just managing to keep herself from being gulped right then and there. Prince Froggy greedily slurped loudly, SLRP SCHLP SCHLORPS ringing throughout the room, suckling down every ounce of flavor he could. The tongue played about the doughy, fat stomach of the yoshi being consumed, pressing into her fat folds and straining more taste from her. She winced hearing and seeing excess saliva disappear down the frog’s throat, knowing her journey would begin – then end – shortly.

Prince Froggy didn’t care how much slobber dripped to the floor. He’d even set the wand aside, knowing his increased girth was more than enough to keep his meal of a yoshi contained. He remained sitting in a classic frog-like pose, angling his head up ever-so-slightly to peel the rest of the fat yellow yoshi off the floor, leaving her stubby legs to kick and her tail to sway in panic. The juicy, meaty appendages would be among the last things he’d enjoy of her, he knew, but he was mired in the sheer bliss of devouring his ultimate vengeance target’s malleable midsection to focus on them just yet. The yellow yoshi whined to him and no-one else, knowing her fate was sealed for good as frog food. That didn’t stop her from trying, however, kicking her booted feet about and flagging her tail upward in a vain effort to distract or somehow wrench herself free.

Strategy morphed into terrified instinct, though, when Prince Froggy continued his meal. He slowly, sensually slurped the thick bulbous tip of his tongue languidly against her pudgy cheek. She grimaced and stared, then realized that was the last ‘kiss’ of any kind she would ever get, as the yoshi suddenly plunged snout-first straight into the stretched out frog throat! GULK! 

Yellow’s yoshi head was sandwiched between stubby arms as they dove down the rather short passageway that comprised Prince Froggy’s esophagus, bulging out as she went, with her belly now resting flat on Prince Froggy’s tongue, which actively swam back and forth from one obese end to the other. He even smacked his lips lazily, exposing the twitching, struggling fat yoshi body to the room at-large once more, slobber giving Yellow’s body a sheen. Her kicking legs bent inwards at the knees, forcing her hips to bundle up against one-another, with the bottoms of her shoes stuck upward and immobilized. All the panicked yellow yoshi could now do was flag and swing her fat, thick tail about. A last-ditch effort to save her scaly skin, ultimately worthless.

The squelching, pummeling forces of Prince Froggy’s throat sounded out all around her. Despite those too-loud audio cues of her imminent demise, the begging yoshi could still hear her fat body gradually suckled inward, tasted, slurped over repeatedly. Her flabby stomach jiggled and jostled to every whim of Prince Froggy’s salivating tongue, and her flickering tail posed no threat whatsoever to the larger amphibian. Nothing was stopping Prince Froggy from enjoying a yoshi dinner. Yoshi’s plump rear end was framed by slobbering froggy lips, stuck in place and flanked by, well, yellow yoshi flanks, with an equally-wide tail sticking upward. That tail suddenly swayed back and forth with much more gusto when Yellow’s head suddenly found itself in an all-too-familiar stomach. Unlike her last visit, however, she would barely fit. Also unlike last time, there would be no miraculous means of escape.

The yellow yoshi was Prince Froggy chow.

She wailed so loud her muffled cries could just barely be heard through Prince Froggy’s thick hide. He reveled in the sound, knowing that this was just the beginning. There was plenty of time for that stuff later, though. Now, he focused solely on eating the rest of this yoshi alive. He worked his jaws open and closed, slurping loudly and even bringing his tongue outward. Yellow’s chin slowly slid across the foul bottom of Prince Froggy’s stomach, until her snout pressed against the rear wall and squashed tight. She grimaced, feeling her hindquarters sink slowly inward more and more. The yoshi yelped aloud when the thick frog tongue tip splatted against the base of her butt, squishing into the plump, malleable hide of hers to squelch the rest of her inward quickly. Her boots and thighs disappeared, soon leaving nothing but a flickering yellow yoshi tail squirming about just outside pursed frog lips.

Prince Froggy reveled in every second of this, deliberately taking his time slowly SCHLRURRRRRRRRPing in the rest of that tail. Yellow felt her tail bunch up and over her own fat body, it stuck between her bulk and the roof of the mouth. Her exposed butt was slathered and tasted over, as if she were the sweetest, meatiest fly a frog could ask for. Prince Froggy’s mouth was coated in fresh warm saliva, tongue occasionally poking out as it maneuvered about in the sealed jaws. He made some room by swallowing down part of Yellow’s midsection, half her belly squished tightly down the throat and bloating out the white front of the frog as a might ULRRRK! Sounded out. Her lower belly, rear, tail, and legs all were poised near the back of his throat, Yellow’s life in complete control of the voracious hungry prince.

He delayed no longer. The yellow yoshi let out one last pathetic squeal not to be eaten alive, when Prince Froggy squished his tongue into the fatty folds of her plump, doughy butt. He tipped his head up, clenched his eyes shut, and…

GLOOORRURK!

SLOSH!

“Hmmmmpph! Hlllllp!”

The wide bulges of the yoshi’s rear stretched even Prince Froggy’s enhanced size to the limit, belly slopping to the stone and protruding a hefty amount! He let out a hybrid croak/burp and slithered his tongue sensually over his lips, having never felt so satisfied after a meal. A flipper casually massaged his bloated belly, just as the last of Yellow’s tail squelched down beyond the throat and into that stomach to join the rest of her. Yellow was contorted into a ball of struggling, shivering yoshi, legs and arms immobile, any bulges mere coincidence. She felt the flipper press harshly into her side, her gut, her snout, a boot. Her rear faced the front of the belly, though, and felt the brunt of the taunting frog’s massages, as stinging stomach fluids began to permeate the belly. She smelt the familiar acrid scent, forced to re-live a nightmare she’d hoped to never experience again.

This time, however, the yoshi would never awaken from it.

SCHRLP SCHMK SCHLP! Prince Froggy couldn’t stop licking his lips! What an immaculate meal he’d just consumed. Lazily, he hopped and waddled out of the room, every movement sending his gurgling stomach careening this way and that, splatting to the floor and making the yoshi cry out within. Her voice could no longer break free, the only sounds escaping those of the stomach’s throes of digestion. Perfectly fine by Prince Froggy: He’d had his fun with her, but the yoshi was nothing more than a fat meal to digest now, and nothing more. He had much bigger and better things to entertain himself with anyway, once he was good and done with the eaten yoshi stewing away in his gut.

It didn’t take long at all for Yellow to become disoriented. She was trapped in the too-tight round belly, unable to fit through any sphincter even if they were opened up for her. The acids and enzymes continued to growl and grumble about her, filling every nook and cranny of the cramped squishy belly. Once or twice she heard the prince belch or smack his lips, and it seemed one flipper was dedicated to rubbing over his bulging white dome of a tummy, to enjoy every last fitful squirm of the defeated, devoured yoshi before she’d passed out. As it turned out, that took quite some time! The fat yoshi was doomed to slowly digest, aware for far longer than she had any right too, forced to stare blankly at a pulsating pink belly wall as the levels of acids slowly rose. Air grew thinner, and, though the yoshi didn’t know it, day became night became day. Prince Froggy enjoyed a good long rest on a comfortable lily pad within the confines of his fortress, all while his belly was pancaked out along the plant, gurgling and churning away. Yellow saw remnants of her saddle splatter down into the bubbling acids, sizzling away before her very eyes and ears. She whimpered, voice long-since given out, knowing that was her next.

Mercifully, the yoshi fell unconscious before things got much worse. Her head slackened and sank into the acids that mostly-crowded the stomach completely. Her tail, still fitfully wriggling all this time, fell limp. Prince Froggy woke up and loosed a belch that included pieces of fabric from a yoshi saddle, along with a partially-intact boot. He smacked his lips and tasted some remnants of the delicious meal, and pressed a flipper into his squishy, engorged stomach. It burbled in response, and he settled back down to sleep some more. He had a few days yet before he had to move out, and he intended to relax and enjoy the throes of victory, along with the throes of a good meal!

It took a whole extra day for the yoshi to digest utterly, completely. The formed bulges in the bloated frog gut melted and churned, roiled and bubbled loudly. What was a massive bulge protruding gradually shrank, Prince Froggy’s body feeding on the mass of nutrients the digesting yoshi had to offer. He wandered the fortress casually, from top to bottom, as he digested Yellow away. There wasn’t so much as a scrap left of her by the time his strong stomach was done with her, nothing but a few scales and a flake of bone at best. Exactly what he’d hoped would occur with his new, larger, magically-enhanced form. He caught sight of himself in a mirror some time later, long after completely digesting the yoshi, and admired it. His stomach would probably always carry a paunch, if not from Yellow then from the multitude of other yoshi meals he was bound to enjoy in the days to come. His legs, front and back, were thicker, larger, more powerful than ever. Prince Froggy felt he could leap the moon if he gave it all he got, though he settled for conquering the little island that was now in his possession for now.

The prince retrieved his wand from that fateful room, and, several days later, left the fortress. He knew the way to the unsuspecting yoshi village, and had many at his behest to command.

And to feed.

It was going to be a glorious day for Prince Froggy! The day that he and the others that were formerly subjected to yoshi dominance would no longer be. The day that Yoshi’s Island would become Froggy’s Island. The frog paused to look down at his not-quite-as-protruding, much softer belly, and prodded it with the tip of the wand. It gurgled some and yielded, squishing inward considerably, and he licked his lips, setting sights on the horizon beyond. Prince Froggy couldn’t wait to fill his belly full of squirming yoshi once more.

The End